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Sunday, 29 September 2013

Travel Scribbles pt 3

So, when I watch films or play games, a special kind of synesthesia kicks in.
Some synesthetes confuse colours and smells, some correlate sounds with shapes, some even associate couplings of roman numerals with sexual positions.
But it seems I alone, confuse Matt Damon with a Ceratosaurus.
So I apologise for what must seem to some a tenuously vague artistic connection with recent pop culture.
I present as some form of recompense, these scenes from something a little more classic and recognisable: Debbie Does Dallas.
By virtue of decency I've omitted the more risque moments and focused more on the scenes of character development.

Dr. Grordbort'sis a retro-science fiction universe of sex, satire and violence.Ok, so maybe there's no sex in it, but there are tons of pictures of ridiculous looking aliens getting their brains disintegrated so stop whining already.